After the world was destroyed by the carelessness of the human beings. The land was left deserted and barren. A few stranded human beings, still roamed the abandoned earth. Wandering aimlessly. Strange creatures crept from their hiding places undeterred by the presence of the humans. Some good and some bad. The good, known as and the bad, the hidden. They both, hate the opposing side, the humans were left undecided, each try to invade during the secrecy of the night. To capture prisoners and slaves. Upon capture, a riddle is set. Is that particular creature worth fighting for? Why don't you come and see.
Season
Winter.
Terrifying squalls tear over the realm. Damaging buildings and causing your ears to ring. The chills from the icy breeze cause bumbps to appear upon the flesh. The skies are dark. Grey clouds, cover the horizon threatening to drop the bundle of rain upon the globes pastures. The barren fields begin to liven up as the moisture soaks into the sod. Soon the paddocks will be full of weeds. Where ever you walk your clothes and bodice is dampened by the moisture in the atmopshere. The village is not a very nice place to be in winter.
Bury the body, not the problem « Thread Started on Apr 16, 2009, 10:53am »
The anemic skies and pastel painted cloudscontrasted the matallic waters. The ocean. Softly tapping the beaches surface with the fingers of liquid. Brushing sand particles from the top layer. A chill was playing upon the atmosphere and moisture slowly drizzled. Leaving the yellow complexion, mousey brunnet in colour. The hair of the angel was drakened in colour. To a deep grey. Sparkling beads of water stuck to the hairs and highlighted the radiannce of the sun.
Her pale skin and red lips stuck out on the beach. Her expensive dress clean. Un stained, and unworn. The deep purple of the thick velvet seemed out of place upon her bodice. As though it were engulfing the slight frame. Her blue cess pools wide with excitment. She danced she moved. Her movements smooth and graceful. Flowing from one step to the other. picture of happiness.
She twirled around and stood facing the horizon. Longing for her dreams to be truthful. She was so focused on the miracles of life she didin't notice the shadows. Closing in around her corpse. She didn't notice the ror of the squall pick up, or the ruffling of the trees branches behind her.
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